Going home that night, Dawn stares at the empty house. Her sister had probably been helped to move all of her stuff out, while the brunette was at work. Sitting down at the dining table, the doctor stares into space. Right into the empty spot where her sister would sit. She wouldn't admit it, but she was lonely. The easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly, she wanted Celeste to be quiet. To go away and stop annoying her. In the end she got that, but found that perhaps it wasn't what she really wanted all along.
Maybe it was just the feeling that her sister never spoke to her, and for good reasons. She always told her how she 'should' act, how she could improve herself. Stop being so tight, stop telling her what's bad and what's good. Dawn only wanted to help, too show Celeste that the world isn't a bed of flowers. Sometimes in life when you get what you want, you end up missing what you left behind. Even though she hated her parent's for what they did, at least they were there sometimes. They kept the roof above their heads, for a long time. Through, and through.

Some people hide from who they really are, others accept who they are. But sometimes, it's the tough moments that help you realize who you've finally become. Dawn was now her parents, drinking all of the sadness away. Wishing that - while she sat at home staring at the ceiling - she had someone to talk too. After another glass of wine, she goes out and to the garage complex down the street. Opening up the rusting, dank storage box to stare at a sheet. Ever since she was a teenager, she had grown attached to fast things. She loved adrenaline rushes, because it gave her that just-right energy boost.
Yanking back the sheet from the bulge, she stares at a shimmering car. A scarab on the side that was grey, but still managed to stand out against it's icy background. Getting into it, she rubs the leather steering wheel. The inside of the car was black, and padded with real sports car's leather seats.

Squeezing the accelerator, Dawn could almost hear her car thundering it's engine down a road, like it used too. Unlike other cars, this one had been built from the very bone. Thick wheels that were durable, black tinted windows that were so thick no one could see in. The roll cage enhanced which meant if she crashed, nothing terrible was going to become of her. The wheels had been fixed to be just like a pro-racing suspension, to make her ride smooth. And an engine that blasted her car down the highway, she had personally taken the engine of a Bugatti Veyron EB (253 mph).
The body-base of a Pagani Zonda, the interior design derived from a Honda-Civic type-R. Even the underneath of her car had been tended to, everything lifted up and protected. So that nothing could damage her car. Rocks and other raised ground was a big cause for crashes during a race, most did it for looks but she did it for speed and - most of all - to win.

Dawn was not someone who would do Anything to win, she just liked having the upper-hand; and if someone was up to her level, she would have honour for them. If they won against her in a race, she would never hate them. Because someone with a passion like hers, had no reason for her too hate them. Putting in the key's, she groans into the vibrations and the engine. Oh the purr, no, the Roar! Her car gave every time. The most beautiful thing about her car was that it could cut corner's without sliding, the grip from the wheels were tough enough to withstand the speed.
Unlike every other car, at least hers could live up to the name of a drift-racer. Slowly coming out of the garage, she shuts it's door. Strapping herself in as she comes out, and along the empty roads. Sighing into the blurring scenery, and shutting her eyes. The buzz messing with her mind, as she drives with windows down. Blaring music out freely as she mouth's the lyrics to, 'Lemon Tree - Punk Rock'. Screaming the word's with energy, she hadn't noticed that the hyper music had taken the attention of a group.

They had only been chatting, because there were no races on until later that night. Watching the darkness, they could hear something coming. The reverberating hum of a chaotic engine, coming closer and closer. To the constant drum of music, they could hardly get a chance to blink. The slick black car disappearing back into the darkness on the other side, only giving them a second to see it. Driving off the road, Dawn drifts back onto the used track. They usually didn't race on this day, it was a kind of holiday for them.
The car swerving from side to side, to dodge the first off-road obstacle. Created to trap the scared, and hinder the unbalanced driver. Spinning the back of the car, her wheels blast dirt up into the air like a wave. Down a steep crag, and off the first jump to the other side. Laughing with her teeth bared toothily, she hadn't done this in a long time. And DAMN...did she still have the moves.

Darting past a camera, she didn't notice it's red flashing light. Else-where the show-off's had stopped to watch the spy-screen. Everyone gossiping about this sudden appearance, the more professional driver's at awe with the smooth and agile driving. 'Highway to Hell' suddenly blaring when the vehicle drives past the camera, followed by a unforgettable sound of speed. The vibration only a fast going car, could produce.
"Who, is- that?" Konan enquires, watching the T.V. screen. The family had come to watch as well, Celeste coming towards the front to stare in awe.
"I…think that's my sister" she states, questioning her own logic as she goes. She recognised the car, as she pulls out a book. Holding out a picture of a car that her sister stood by, hugging the expensive looking car like a love struck playboy-girl.

Kakuzu staring in awe as the car grinds on four wheels, sideways and right around the barrel like a clock hand. That road would usually take drivers time to go around, because they would need to go around like a round-about. Far from it to gain the right direction. The car doing a complicated manoeuvre, the gear is slammed and the breaks released. Right back on course in record time, down the new road.
Dawn's face in a fevered smile, her palms sweating as they tighten on the wheel, letting out a 'woo-hoo-hoo' of joy. Her car pouncing from another ramp into the air. Everyone from the racetrack staring in awe as they watch the car touch back down, as agile and clean as a basketball player. Hitting the net for that winning game. "I never thought I'd see her doing this…" the sister wow's, brightening as everyone realises she was heading right their way. Getting away from the dirt track, they hear the tormenting sound of ripping tires.

The tanned punk staring with anticipation, competitor's actually stop breathing as a wave of powerful air hit's them in the face. The 'VOOommm' of the car almost breaking the sound barrier, with it's sheer velocity. And as soon as it was there, it was gone. Fading back into the darkness as Dawn stares forwards, an entire army had caught her. More likely than not, her sister too. The brunette shakes it off. Fun now, worry later. If the adrenaline didn't kill her first; then answering the phone, after the umpteenth screech of an annoying ringtone, would. Picking up the phone she tilts her head, no one on the other side.
Jumping when someone knocks at the living room window. Trying the innocent act at the door, Celeste doesn't seem impressed. This lack of anger removed when she sigh's. Not even saying a word, the sister was convicting her of a crime. One she might not have actually committed in the first place. For all the knew, she could have been in bed or at work.

"What where you doing? Where did you get a car like that…are you rich and not telling me?" raising her eyebrow, the female sit's down in her white doctor's coat. Calmly sipping from her tea. Before she even bothers looking up, at all the eyes peering back. Apparently her sister had brought the entire Pein family to investigate, or perhaps they where scared she would try to kill her.
"…I was at work" she states calmly, her sister twitching her eyebrow. Glaring as Animal gladly points out, that she wasn't at work because he had asked. Dawn hadn't been on-call. "Mh…fine-fine. I was driving about" she states, as if it where a normal thing. Her hand shaking in a, 'now leave me alone', sort of manner.

"D-driving? You where like a freaking F1 driver…!" Celeste snaps, the azure eyes of her sister not even budging from their bored stare. She really didn't care if her sister didn't approve. If she couldn't listen to her ,and did what she wanted. Then why did that make it unfair if Dawn did the same? "Where did you get a car like that? You didn't get in with the mafia, like you said you would. Did you? Because I swear if you are working with cocaine…" this was starting to make her look like a bad person, Dawn doesn't flinch however.

"His names Zephaniah…" she mutter's crossing her arms, her sister pointing with shock. Kakuzu glaring, jealous perhaps?
"You have a rich boyfriend now?!" twitching her eyebrow, she stands up. Pulling a photo out to point at her prized car.
"No, my baby is called Zephaniah!" she mutter's glancing away, her sister laughing all of a sudden.
"You named your car?…" Dawn blinks slightly, what was wrong with naming her car? "And…you call it your baby?" slitting her eyes, she would have launched a rock-fist. If it weren't for the company. "You know, this doesn't explain where you got that car…" muttering she shrugs, lifting her hand into a dazzled fist. Lightening in her eyes as she speaks.

"I built him myself, from scratch…with a little help from a few connections" she grin's, rolling sea-blue eyes backwards, Tobi bleating out from nowhere.
"Can we see the car now?" laughing she shakes her head, amusement drenching her expression.
"Why? I've never let anyone near my car…no one" she grumbles with arms crossed, wandering towards a large bookshelf. "Besides….I have photographs of Zeph', from when he was just a little bolt - right up until he is now" she grins, dropping a book onto the wooden table.
The families eye's widening to the bang, it was at least 2 novels long. But it lived up to it's apperance, as it was filled with photo's. "And that's the bodies I took apart…and that's them after I tore out the insides" she smiles in a mystical manner, anyone who didn't know what's was going on. Could have sworn this was a gory murder file she had saved up - for when the in-laws came to visit, on that 'special' occasion.

"Y-you…destroyed expensive cars? And didn't even think to keep them…?" Celeste was on the edge of a melt down, Dawn shrugs and leans back.
"They were to-be-melted cars, I just scavenged them for chop-shop parts before hand. Who wants to waste a good car?" she enquires, holding up another picture. She was standing next to both engines, with her thumbs up and down. A grin on her face, and oil all over her overalls.
"How long have been hiding that car?" this seemed like a conversation only her and Celeste were interested in, or at least in making up question and answer's.
"Since I was about…thirteen. While I was in high school anyway…it was a hobby to begin with but after that. I made it a target-achievement - to go with my doctor's-diploma" her sister had been staring at the interior design, her hand pointing to something.

"What's this for?" leaning over Dawn stares at the photo quietly, squinting her eye to try scan it.
"Look's like a helmet…" rubbing her chin, she hum's in thought. Shuddering, someone whimpers.
"Maybe it's the shadow-rider…" everyone looking at Konan, while Dawn starts to laugh. Rubbing her lap, and squeezing her knee in hysterics.
"Ghost's don't exist, it's a figment of peoples imaginations. Brought on by fear, adrenaline and some nut-job telling them a scary story…" Dawn states, matter-of-factually. Sipping from yet another cup of tea.
"But what about the murder's?" Naraka enquires curiously, the doctor humming in thought.

"His hideout is an old slaughter-house, they used to kill live-stock there. And hang fresh meat up, before it got abandoned after a fire. Well I suppose I can accept that there was a casualty in that fire, but that was over thirty years ago" she mumbles, Dawn didn't believe in the horror nonsense. She was too adept with knowledge, to accept that one could exist.
"Then explain the motorbike people see?" Preta snaps, thinking he might have caught her out that time.
"That would be me…I ride down there at night…it's a stress relief technique" the brunette replies, leaning back further into the wooden chair. Casually watching them slide the books back towards her.
"And the screaming?" Human enquires, staring at her with his grey, boring eyes bluntly.
"The idiots who see me, and get a fright" her voice tainting a bored tone, they just wouldn't give up the ghost.
"The blood and bones?" Celeste enquires, crossing her arms making the doctor grunt.
"Like I said, dead animals used for a slaughter house" she had grown bored of repeating herself, over and over, time and time again.
"W-what about the skull, in the helmet?" rustling about, she ties on a bandana and goggles. Putting her helmet on over them, turning on a light on the inside to prove her point. That there was no 'shadow-rider', and never would be.

"If anything, I am this 'ghost'…I don't like the attention. So I put out my lights, when someone see's me" the doctor shrugs, people seem to be relaxing. Her calm explanations seemed to fix their uneasiness. Staring into space someone finally speaks.
"Well I believe there's still a ghost…" Dawn clicking back in to look at Hidan.
"I'll go down there tomorrow night, and prove it if I must" the brunette mutter's, in a nonchalant manner. Finally getting rid of them, all except the tanned punk whom had hidden himself. Shutting the door, the doctor hadn't anticipated that he would be right behind her. Staring into his chest, she tilts her line of sight up. "Shouldn't you have gone home?" she enquires, her expression cocked.

Tensing when his arms wrap around her waist, apparently he had been waiting for this moment all night. All of his weight being put against her, on the door. That same bitter tang of nicotine invading her mouth, teeth clashing with his tongue bar. Using all of these to state his ruling dominance. Cold hands intertwined with her locks of hair and on the arch of her back, pressing her against him. While he pushes her the opposite way, into the door.
Flustered by the kiss Dawn exhales deeply as Kakuzu pulls away, his strange eyes staring deeply into her own silently. Just as quick as the staring started, it ended. The doctor gasping to him suddenly pulling her up, and onto his shoulder. Swiftly making off with her, up the stairs. One hand on the inside of her thigh, while the other holds the brunette's back.

Whining she watches how fast she is carried off up the stairs, and around the corner. Slightly unnerved too just how fast the tanned punk finds her bedroom, no wrong turns, no wrong doors. Slamming the door behind him, he turns the light out, Dawn panting underneath him, her chest rising and falling quickly. Moaning and sliding against her pillows, making the bed-board knock against the wall. Her nails dug into the mattress, as she slides again.
"Kakuzu…" she whines with half shut eyes, she could barely open them without tightening them once more. Icy hands and nails scraping against her stomach, and rib-cage. Without warning her mouth bolts open, and her head turn's to the side. Her once flat back arching up. Kakuzu examining each and every movement, recording how and why she twitches in a specific way - testing how the woman tic's.

Laying down on the bed, he pulls the cover further up over them both. Dawn curled up against his chest. With one hand running up and down the groove, in the centre of his stomach. Slowly her eyes close, as she rests up-against him. A flushed cheek covering one of his older scars, slowly he strokes his finger's through her hair. In his opinion she was one of the most beautiful women he had, had a chance to sleep with. She had perfectly rounded breasts, her hips weren't bony either. So she was comfortable to grind against, the woman's lips were always a gentle pink. Soft and tender against his own when he ravaged her. The sounds she made when he used her, oh. How he knew from the first one, that he wouldn't be able to control himself. Not if he was left alone with her for too long. Dawn was always warm, sometimes rather innocent. But only when she stared up at him, waiting for the next sudden movement.

She always tasted bitter, but held a sweet expression. For someone who spent more time, yelling at people about their weaknesses. She was like sugar, at the right times. Pulling the strands of hair from her cheeks, he watches her sleep. Pushing her off onto the side of the bed too get up. Dressing himself and leaving the room, slamming the front door which in-turn wakes her up with a startle.
Gripping the blanket over her exposed body, she looks to the creased cover's where the tanned punk once lay. Coming down in her dressing gown to find a picture had come off the wall, smashing onto the laminated floor-boards. Picking up the pieces, she sweeps them up into a small paper bag. Wrapping it up into another plastic bag afterwards. At work everything seemed normal, up until she ended up having to examine another pain in the ass. Hidan had been yelping like a little girl in a room, almost breaking another doctor down into tears, like a rolling thunderstorm Dawn enters the room. No one dared question her authority, and if anyone upset a member of staff, she was there to officially terminate their existence. Glaring the albino down he stiffens, the nurse that was the first victim in tears. A male doctor trying hard not too show his own desecrating tear-ducts.

"Listen closely tiny dancer, I wouldn't be flapping my mouth, if I hadn't forgotten to get a blood sample from you. And for the love of Kami, do you at least remember what you where doing - the day they were passing out free common sense? Oh gosh maybe you where running late that day, because you just couldn't find the right thong for those low-rider jeans, that you love so much." her hand smacking his ass, the albino flinching and raising his head. His teeth bit into his lip in dread. "Or maybe you where just too busy bopping your head along, to what ever boy band, that really makes your heart race now a days" Dawn's head shifting, with her body to go up and down. Her head banging gently, to emphasise the point. "And you just drove on by, but of course I don't know. I'm just guessing, but one thing is for sure - you wound up at the dum-dum store. And just went on ahead, and put as much of that into the car as you could fit. Didn't you?" she belts out right to his face, Hidan shuffling back like a wounded dog to the bed. Sitting down and, for once, shutting up.

Her anger subsiding generally quickly, her eyes shifting to the pair whom quickly leave the room. Not even a 'thank you' given.
"Jashin, you sure can clear a room" the Jashinist states sarcastically, buttoning his lips when she looks back at him. Stepping outside, she takes a deep breath. Followed by a long drawn sigh. Looking away from Tsunade, and ignoring the Pein brother's watching. Dawn turns when someone slams the doors open. Glaring and crossing her arms as he comes closer, the blonde didn't want to question this because she knew exactly to whom they were looking at.

"Dawn." he states, slitting his eyes as she looks him up and down. "I'm assuming since you've already taken everything else already, you've come for my self respect? But there's bad news on that one, sweet-cheeks. I already gave that to your sister, when she begged me to have dinner her 'family'." he grin's with a chuckle, the doctor laughing and shaking her hand in amusement.
"Oh, I wouldn't have room for it anyway. What with your balls, in my trophy case" his dog-eared grin disappearing to a sour glare, the Pein group trying not to laugh.
"You're like a school in July, you know that?" he states, gaining back his grin while the brunette tilts her eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that?" she enquires curiously, the man pretending to lick his finger tip.
"No class" putting it to her forehead he makes a hissing sound, her blue eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Could you be a bigger ass, right now?" hands on her hips as she smirks, it had become a rally of insults. The winner being the one that could keep going.
"Could you Have a bigger ass, right now?" twitching her lip, her pale hands remove them selves. Moving back to a crossed movement, as she hears Tsunade snicker. "Clearly I'm pushing some buttons here" he finally say's, trying to smile politely to the blonde. A wink appearing as the doctor 'tsk's'.

"You couldn't push my buttons if you tried, in fact I have no buttons, please think of me as button-less. Smooth like GI-Joe's nether regions, and that image is disturbing enough that when I leave the house. I'm cranky and less-able too suffer fools, which brings me to you - The fool" she states, taking back her authority over the annoying flirter. "I'm done suffering you so go now, go, go. Before you can write a book entitled 'Help! A doctor is beating my ass: The Lester Hendricks story'." she shoos, waving her hand. The man rolling his coffee, and grinning cockily.
"Oomph, that was a mouthful. Anyway if you need to talk, just give me a call" walking right past her, and blowing a kiss to Tsunade. Dawn turning to watch him, grunting with displeasure.

"He seems strangely immune to my threats…that annoys me" she growls to herself, the blonde simply rolling her eyes. Looking back down, towards the pad she was holding. Biting back a comment to the doctor, Dawn goes to check on Nagato. Her coma patient that had woken up a few days before. She then found out that he was yet another blasted Pein sibling, the auburn father's brother to be accurate. "How are we feeling them?" she questions, chicken-scratching onto the board casually. He just shrugs, and goes back to staring out the window.
Turning she looks to the TV. holder, then to the patient, and then back to the empty slot. Finally landing back on to Nagato again with confusion. "Where'd your TV. go?" she questions, getting another shrug. Pouting she dulls her eyes, but just shrugs it off. "Fair enough…" putting the board back, the brunette leaves the room. She really couldn't get a decent conversation, out of anyone. Back on the roof as usual, she stares at the cigarettes again. In a trance of some kind, unknown to the damn ginger group coming out the door.
"Your stalking us, aren't you?" they enquire, finding no reply as she keeps her head low. Eyes fixed to the box silently, clicking when one takes a step forwards.

Turning to look at them, her white jacket sways. Her hand diving the box back into her pocket, before they can see it. Churning her expression until it seems moderately interested, something in her eyes flashing when her pager starts screaming. Disappearing back down the stairs to go see what was going on, poking her head into a room to fade in her panic.
Kakuzu was back with yet another stupid scar, this one had for once been him ripping them out. Stitching him back together she doesn't even ask; Hidan probably got in a brawl with him over something, again. Doing her work, she turns to leave. Twitching when his arms wrap around her, the doctor trying not to get pulled in by the kisses to the neck. Losing to him when he bites her earlobe just right, twitching and forcing back the moan in her throat, when he starts going for the crook of her shoulder.

"Don't…go to the drift's…tonight" he mutter's through kisses, running them up and down her neck, Dawn raising her eyebrow questioningly.
"Why? Are you scared the, 'ghost', is going to get me?" the brunette laughs out of amusement, the tanned punk just mutter's something while he turns her around, for a better kiss.
"And if I am?" his arms lingering around her hip, giving her bum a spank and a grope which makes her gasp. Grunting she tries to pull away from him, resulting in inappropriate grinding, and grunting leaving either of their throats.
"I'm going to have too prove those idiots wrong, there's no stupid…ghost" she mumbles, watching his hands disappear up either side of her shirt. Blushing and hissing when he tweaks her chest.
"Laced…kinky" he smirks in a cheesy attempt to flirt, the doctor trying to shift away when he goes into her trouser's - almost too eagerly. The brunette gasping when his icy hands press against her sensitive sanctum. The curled up grin growing, as he strengthen's his hand, pressing against her more vigorously. "Matching underwear…" he snickers, pulling Dawn towards him again; if this wasn't a public hospital, the bed he was on wouldn't be as neat as it was anymore.

"Mr Kane, I'll advise you now. Let me go" her eye's slitting dangerously, the tanned punk only pull's her closer. Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, and whispering into her ear.
"I'll warn you one last time, don't go to the race road. That ghost isn't just a fairy tale" he murmur's, removing his finger's from inside of her underwear. Licking the tip's of them, just to spite her. Smirking like the devil at her expression, Dawn glare's and grit's her teeth.
"There is no ghost, and I will prove it" turning her hair flicks inch's from his nose, Kakuzu watching her squeak the curtain around the rack. His smile curling to her growling and stomping out of the room, almost knocking over an intern on the way out. Sighing he glances about, rubbing his new stitches and glaring. Striding down the dirty path, Dawn ignores the mocking idiot's behind her.

All of them muttering, 'she'll get captured', 'I bet she dies' - what comforting trust they had for her. Glancing at her watch, she step's out onto the road. Everyone had come to watch. From at least 50 meter's away of course, they didn't want to get abducted by the 'ghost'. Standing with headphone's around her neck, Dawn stares down each side of the road. Stepping out fully to twist and cross her arms, using her mobile to talk to her sister. While she looks up, and down the road again.
"Well, there's no ghost…can we get on with our lives now?" she sarcastically speaks, hearing them complain she groans and hangs up. Maybe if she taunted the ghost, then it would come out?

Apparently it didn't like being yelled at, or made fun of. "This is pathetic, there is no stupid ghost. Even if he did exist, then he would be some worthless idiot!" she yell's, just loud enough for even the group to hear. Sticking in her headphone's, she yells a few more rowdy anecdotes. Raising her eyebrow to the group waving their arms, jumping and spinning about like complete idiot's. Placing a hand above her forehead, her sister was pointing at something. Turning casually she looks away, pausing to glance back at a bright light on the road.
Twitching her eyebrow, she glare's down the fast moving object. Widening her eyes at each growing second. Jumping and rolling off the road in shock, the bastard had just tried to run her over! Pulling off her headphone's she ignores her sister, plighting that she had to get away from the road. Something about the ghost coming back, if she taunted him any longer. Standing her arm's raise, her voice howling in a cynical manner. "What was that? A worthless attempt to scare me?! You really are weak, 'shadow-rider'. My Dead grandmother could scare me more, and that was when she was alive and had No wrinkles!" she wasn't sure how that would taunt him, but it seemed to work as it the light's come back on.

From far off they could see Dawn standing her, the motorbike and rider thundering towards her. Waiting for the right chance, she clips the side of the ghost's ball's. While he zoom's past. The bike swerve's, before disappearing back into the darkness. Her sister yelling, 'Did you just kick him in the balls?!'; the doctor laughing softly to herself, and how.
Now the ghost didn't look happy, through the darkness she could hear the engine revving. Dawn was convinced this was just some idiot, attempting to scare everyone by dressing up. This one woman would not be fooled by some idiot, she was the shadow-rider of the old times. Some pathetic kid had taken it up as their own night job, she had to admit they weren't half bad at it though. Pausing she think's about it, there were two different people that could possibly be dressing up.

Kakuzu and Orochimaru, the snake was the most suspect-able because of he actually had a bike - but Kakuzu was the one trying to keep her away from this road. Slitting her eye's, she stand's her ground. Eyebrow raised, when the ghost put's an arm out. 'Sis, the ghost is trying to grab you. Don't stand there!', she could hear Celeste screech, the girl was taking a hissy fit. Taking her head back, Dawn stare's at the ghost's helmet. This was defiantly not Orochimaru, turning her head she could see Kakuzu staring at her. Fear on his face, everything seemed to go silent at this point. Nothing was moving, as she slowly turns her head back. If he was too bulky to be Orochimaru. And Kakuzu was over there. Then who was on the bike? Feeling time speed up, the brunette watches him inching closer.

"…Crap" is all she manages to say, the air that was once in her lung's being knocking out.